Demon's Obsession - I'm Bound to Him
Disclaimer: This story has 18+ Sexual Theme and Violence, no one under 18 is allowed to read this.
*"Are you sure you're ready for this? Are you willing to give yourself to me?" The intensity of his gaze made me want to do anything for him. His eyelids were heavy, his breath wild and thirsty for me—exactly what I had always wanted, for him to be crazy for me.
"I give you all of myself, as long as you'll have me," I whispered in his ear, kissing his neck. His hand moved up my back, slowly unhooking my bra, caressing my neck with the back of his fingers. As my bra fell away, he took a moment to look at me, sighing in amazement.
"You are beautiful, Julia," he murmured, kissing my neck. I tilted my head back, heart pounding as he whispered against the skin of my chest, "You are mine, Julia." He pressed his ear to my chest. "Did you hear that? That heartbeat calls my name!"*
*Growing up in my childhood town, it was my dream to pursue my Music Career. Like any ordinary teenager, I had millions of dreams: To go on a world tour, perform on stage, to become famous.
I couldn't have thought I was cursed decades before I was even born, and then I had to come back to my mother's hometown, thinking I might escape him, while accidentally landing in his trap.
And then, I met them - two captivating men who stole my heart with their charismatic presence and mysterious allure. Now I'm torn between them in a world where I'm not allowed to fall in love.
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I'm Julia Murphy, and I'm marked by a demon, who won't stop at anything until he gets his claws on me.*
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Chapter: Widows and KnightsOnce more, a card flew into my grasp on its own. Another Widow rose from her seat, her head tilting slightly as she regarded the card in my hands. Then, she spoke. “It says… *XXXII*.” A pause, then: “He is a commander of thirty-two legions.” A weight dropped in my stomach. The first Widow handed her dagger to the second without hesitation. The second Widow turned, and this time, a Knight calmly stood from his seat, accepting his fate. Without ceremony, the dagger struck true. The Knight barely made a sound before his body collapsed in on itself, unraveling into nothing. I exhaled a shaky breath. A sharp jolt of surprise shot through me as I squeezed my eyes shut, reaching out for another card. This time, instead of one, two cards flew into my grasp with a strange weight, as if they had chosen me rather than the other way around. My fingers trembled as I turned them over, and my breath caught in my throat. My eyes narrowed, confusion knotting my brow. “Flames,” A widow
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Chapter: Mystery of Cards"You've seen that card before?" My eyes narrowed. Petra let out a scoff, her sharp eyes locking onto mine. "Seen them? I haven't just *seen* them—I *wield* them." She took a step closer, her voice carrying a strange respect. "That mark belongs to *Septem*. Those cards are mine." A shiver ran down my spine. "*How did I see something that actually exists but I never saw before?*" my voice echoed. "What does it mean?" Petra's lips curled into a smirk, her confidence unwavering. "It means," she said, tilting her head, "I shall summon them to aid us." A weight settled in the room, thick with anticipation. Moments later, we gathered in the living room, the air charged with something unseen. Petra positioned herself near the door, her fingers lingering over the handle before she turned to us. "Brace yourselves," she warned, her voice hushed yet firm. "They can be quite *terrifying*." Her gaze swept across our faces, reassuring our readiness. Victoria crossed her arms, squinting at
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Chapter: A sight I won’t forgetTwisted, mesmerizing, adorned with intricate engravings—each groove and symbol marked into them as if by the hands of an ancient craftsman. They did not seem like an abomination, nor a curse. No, they were *art*, dangerous and fascinating. But before I could fully absorb what I was seeing, his hands clamped down on my shoulders. Hard. The force of it nearly sent me reeling, but he held me firm, his grip unyielding. Then, without warning, he *breathed in*. A deep, slow inhale. Not through his nose—no, this was something far worse. I *felt* it. Something inside me was being drawn out, siphoned through the air like invisible threads unraveling from my soul. A dizzying wave of exhaustion crashed over me, my limbs going heavy, my vision darkening at the edges. My eyes burned as if something vital was being wrenched from them, something unseen but crucial. My head swayed, my breath shallow, and then—his voice, a whisper, yet it echoed inside me. *"You don’t wear his mark any
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Chapter: A Forest AblazeThen his voice dropped to a venomous whisper, each word laced with warning. *"Your time is running out.* Evan’s life hangs in the balance. I could have your town run over with my servants!"* His grip on my thigh tightened, claws sinking past skin, past muscle, scraping against the very tissues of my body. A sharp gasp tore from my lips. Pain—searing, white-hot pain. I struggled, but his hold was strong. And for the first time in a long time… I felt fear.I wanted to scream, but my voice was stolen, trapped in my throat like a breath never exhaled. Panic clawed at my ribs as he leaned in, his breath brushing against my skin—warm yet chilling, like the whisper of a fever dream. I recoiled instinctively, dragging myself backward, my hands sinking into the cold, unyielding flesh of the bodies beneath me. The world tilted as I lost my balance, tumbling down from the gruesome pile. My head struck something sharp—a jagged outcrop of earth. Pain exploded behind my eyes, whit
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Chapter: Unanswered QuestionThere was a time when things between us had been simple—when we were just friends, laughing over inside jokes and navigating chaos side by side. But ever since that invisible wall of unspoken emotions had risen between us, we had started feeling like strangers trapped in the remnants of something unsaid. Still, for tonight, we had a purpose. And perhaps that was enough. I busied myself in the kitchen, brewing two cups of strong coffee, the rich aroma filling the quiet house. By the time I returned, the world outside had settled into silence. Everyone else had drifted into sleep, leaving only Dominic and me in the dimly lit study, where the *Tome of Deeds* lay sprawled open on the wooden table. Its recently uncovered pages stared back at us, waiting—daring—to be deciphered. The pages were unlike the others in the book. The parchment held the same aged texture, the same ancient ink, but something was *off*. Scattered across the page were small star-like symbols, drawn in a seeming
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Chapter: Warmth I yearnedI settled back onto the couch, watching his expression shift as he processed my words. Chen exhaled a small, breathy laugh, shaking his head. "Hah. It’s not exactly an inspiring story," he admitted, his usual grin disappearing just slightly. Still, after a moment of hesitation, he continued. "My parents… they were taken from me too soon." His voice softened, and he looked down at his hands as if searching for the right words. "It happened during a house robbery. I was just a kid, and my father hid me behind the plant pot to help me survive. After that, I went to live with my aunt—Aunt Jing, the one you all know." His eyes darkened slightly, his smile vanishing. "Her husband never liked me. I was just an extra mouth to feed, an unwanted responsibility. But Aunt Jing? She refused to let him treat me that way. She chose *me*. She gave up everything—her home, her marriage—just so I wouldn’t feel like I was alone in this world." A thick silence settled over the room. "So we lef
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